Winter.
Lisell Maera the scout steps back as another group of refugees hurry by her position at the end of the alleyway.
They're from the surrounding countryside, who over the last few days have made their way into the city.
Now, no more will be coming in. As the city gates, in all four walls, have been closed.
Now that the enemy have been spotted to the south of the capital city of Kuradum.
The attractive young woman originally from the coastal city-state of Brattonbury.
Looks up into the sky, as the sun is going down in the west on what's been another cold winter's day in this part of the city-state of Kuradum.
The scout Maera if she was to guess, thinks it might snow later tonight. She'd have to ask one of the others in the group to find out for certain.
In the mean time, Lisell Maera or Lis as she's more commonly called by those who know her well.
Goes back to looking across the street to a neighbourhood wine shop. Which is fairly busy, now that it's sunset, and approaching dusk.
After a horse drawn wagon goes by, and a wyvern can be heard flapping it's wings as it passes by overhead in the last of the light this day.
The born and bred Brattonburian, who joined the group as an adolescent.
Looks up and down the street, and spots another member of the scouts and rangers division in the armies of Farque.
She sees that she's been spotted, and nods in recognition. Before stepping back again.
Lis waits for a bit, and the black clad Farqian soldier, a ranger joins her in the alleyway.
"Definitely in there" quietly says Tomic the ranger who has just returned from circling the wine shop across the street.
"When he leaves?' quietly asks Lisell Maera the scout, who like the Farqian ranger, is speaking elven.
"When he leaves" replies Tomic, who was born in the hill country along the southern border of the lands Farque.
Lisell Maera or Lis as she's more commonly called by those who know her well, nods her head.
Then the attractive young woman originally from the city-state of Brattonbury, quietly says "Now we wait".
"Now we wait" murmurs Tomic the ranger in agreement as they stand in the alleyway, watching the local neighbourhood wine shop across the street.
Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy is on a rooftop, in the north of the city of Kuradum.
It's early evening, with the sun setting a little while ago. And the elven spy who hails from the principality of Alínlae, looks up and down the street below.
The spy Tanith who is a company commander in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque.
Spots one of his company, making their way along the street below. With the other people who are hurrying home, on what's a cold winter's night here in the capital city of Kuradum.
The Farqian scout without looking up in the direction of the elven spy, makes a discreet hand signal.
Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by the others in the group.
Slightly nods to himself when he spots the hand signal, as the Farqian scout continues down the street.
The spy Tanith, who previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of his homeland, Alínlae.
Looks up the street to his right, to a tavern near the end of the street. The establishment doesn't look too busy. As people are opting to stay at home, now that the rebel army has been spotted to the south of the city.
The company commander in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque gets up, and makes his way along the roof he's on.
The elven spy in the grey hooded cloak, is almost completely silent as he hops over to the roof to the right.
Dalin continues doing so, going from rooftop to rooftop on this side of the street.
Until he leaps over a lane onto the roof of the building, that's opposite the tavern at the end of the street.
There the elven spy originally from Alínlae hunkers down, wrapping his cloak around him, and wonders how long he'll have to wait before he goes into action.
Mira Reinholt the mage makes his way up a set of stairs, he's in a building, just to the west of the city center.
The once powerful mage makes his way into a hallway on the third floor of the building.
And in the dark, he walks down the hallway, until he gets to the last door on the right.
There the mage from the city-state of Vexil, opens the door, enters the room, and softly closes the door behind him.
"That house over there councilor" quietly says the black clad Farqian soldier standing at the open window.
In response to Mira Reinholt the mage quietly asking him in the elven language "Which one is it?".
Looking at the house in question, the Vexilian spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, nods his black hooded head, and quietly says "I know" and adding "I followed him here".
In reply to the black clad ranger from the lands Farque quietly saying "He's just got home from the council buildings".
The mage Reinholt, as he watches the house across the street, quietly says "Soon".
In response to the ranger from the lands Farque quietly asking him "When councilor?".
Helbe the elven thief drops down upon the roof of one of the more opulent looking homes in the city of Kuradum.
The blurred and shielded elven magic user, who is in one of the wealthiest if not wealthiest neighbourhood in the city's northwest.
Has just made his way from the south wall of the capital city of Kuradum.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel, who was watching the enemy army starting to show up this evening.
Looks across the treelined street to a three storey house, a manse really. Opposite the opulent looking house that he's on top of, on what's a cold winter's evening here in the city of Kuradum.
As he does, Narladene the ground pixie suddenly appears on his right shoulder, and quietly says to him in the elven language "He's in there as usual".
The naturally magical creature who hails from the Sunreach Mountains, continues with "In his office come study".
The elven master assassin nods his hooded head when the tiny winged creature tells him "If it's like normal, he'll stay in there, late into the night".
Narladene, who attached herself to the elven masterthief a number of years ago then quietly asks him "When will you do it?".
"A little later" is the reply of Helbe the elven thief, who then glances up at the night sky, and wonders if it'll snow later tonight.
It certainly feels like, the highly talented elven magic user thinks to himself as he waits.
Meanwhile, up on the south wall of the city of Kuradum, Dorc da Orc grunts as he watches the enemy army.
The forward elements of the rebel army have arrived, and have set up camp just a little over a thousand yards south of the capital city.
Some of them have come forward, to get a better look of the city, and the ground around it.
So far no one has done anything on either side of the conflict during the early evening.
The large ork looks away further to the south, and sees the bulk of the enemy army in the distance. Most of whom will arrive during the middle of the night.
The warleader of the ork race scowls as he watches them, then he turns and makes his way along the top of the wall.
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, who is a general in the armies of Farque, growls.
And Zam the ex mercenary is quick to get out of the way of the ork weaponsmith.
The ork general makes his way to where lord Farque and Tamric Drubine the field commander are discussing something.
"We gonna attack them cunts?" asks Dorc da Orc as he plants himself right infront of the undead warlord, and the young noble who is originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
"We're not" is the reply of lord Farque, who follows that with "At least not tonight any time".
The ork warleader grunts in disappointment, and does so again when the lord and ruler of the lands Farque says "They won't attack us either" followed by "At least not until sometime in the morning".
Field commander Drubine nods in agreement with the large, heavily armoured deathlord.
Who turns away from looking at the enemy away to the south, and instead looks across the city of Kuradum on this cold, winter's night.
"Tonight the action will be in the city" quietly says the undead being who the people of his lands, also know him by the name of Draugadrottin.
Field commander Drubine nods in agreement, and after a few moments, Dorc da Orc grunts in understanding as he recalls what's happening down on the streets of Kuradum this evening.
"There" quietly says Tomic the ranger from the mouth of the alleyway.
"I see it" quietly says Lisell Maera the scout as they watch a horse drawn carriage making it's way up the street.
A carriage that stops infront of the local neighbourhood wine shop across the street.
"Go" murmurs the scout Maera to the black clad Farqian soldier.
Who exits the alleyway, and heads across the street, as the footman from the back of the carriage, makes his way into the wine shop.
After a moment, Lis exits the alleyway too. As she does, and crosses the street.
She keeps an eye out for who the footman will soon escort out of the wine shop.
The individual that she and Tomic the ranger intend to capture this cold, winter's evening in the city of Kuradum.
Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy watches as a disreputable looking drunk is shoved out the front door of the tavern across the street.
The drunk staggers away to one side, until he stumbles and sits down infront of the tavern.
With his back against the front of the tavern, near the front right corner of the building.
The spy Tanith slightly nods his hooded head when he sees the drunk who was recently kicked out of the tavern, quickly flash a few quick hand signals without anyone else noticing.
Dalin crawls backwards from near the front of the roof, before he gets up and makes his way to the edge of the roof.
The spy who hails from the elven principality of Alínlae, crawls over the side of the roof, holding onto the edge of it, before he drops down into the alley without making much of a sound.
The company commander in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque, makes his way to the mouth of the alley.
There he watches the drunk, who is another spy in the armies of Farque, sitting infront of the tavern across the street.
Dalinvardèl Tanith also watches the front door of the same tavern. As he and his fellow spy, wait for their target to make his way out fairly shortly.
Near the center of the city, Mira Reinholt the mage who is watching a nearby house, in one of the more well to do neighbourhoods in the city of Kuradum.
Slightly nods his hooded head, when the Farqian soldier standing with him at the open window, quietly says in the elven language "There councilor".
"I need to see him clearly" quietly says Mira Reinholt the mage, who follows that with "He needs to come to that window".
As they watch one of the upstairs rooms in the nearby house this cold winter's evening. A room where a light has just gone on, as a lamp has just been lit.
"Come on" murmurs the once powerful mage as he waits in anticipation.
Then the spellcaster who is in exile from his homeland of Vexil, slightly nods his hooded head in satisfaction.
As he and the Farqian soldier with him, spot a figure in the room they're closely watching, approach the window in that room, which is open.
"Get ready" quietly says the highly talented elven magic user as he prepares to cast a spell.
Meanwhile, in the northwest of the city. In the wealthiest neighbourhood in the capital city of Kuradum.
Helbe the elven thief has made his way from the roof of the opulent looking house, he was on before.
And is now on the roof of the manse he was observing a little earlier on this cold winter's evening across this area of the city-state.
The blurred and shielded elven magic user, waits upon the roof for Narladene the ground pixie to show up again.
It's not too long before the tiny winged creature appears out of thin air onto the right shoulder of the highly talented elven practitioner of magic.
"He's in there, having his dinner" quietly says Narladene the ground pixie into the right ear of the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel.
The elven master assassin slightly nods his hooded head, then he floats down off the side of the roof.
And the blurred and shielded elven magic user, stops outside of a glass window.
There the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel as he floats, watches the individual sitting behind a wide desk, in a well lit study, who is eating his dinner.
The elven masterthief shares a look with Narladene the ground pixie on his right shoulder.
Then Helbe the elven thief as he floats there, quietly murmurs to the naturally magical creature "Time we caught him".
The ground pixie nods in agreement with the elven princeling she's attached to.
Then she holds onto his right shoulder as she senses the blurred and shielded elven magic user is about to cast another spell as they watch the person sitting behind the large desk in the upstairs study of the manse . . . . . .
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